This is the last of my South African adventure: Two galleries. Two definitions of beauty. One final toast to Cape Town. –It’s like the season finale of Survivor really. (Not really.)
I did a guided walking tour through the Bo-Kaap which was formally known as the Malay Quarter. (Not totally necessary to have a guide in the daytime here with the caveat that if you’re carrying an expensive camera, you should.)
The Bo-Kaap is home to an extremely old mosque and what is probably the oldest home in Cape Town. The cobbled streets and many stories about why the homes are painted so brightly. One I like has to do with a people, finally free of apartheid, able to purchase their own homes from city council and reinvent themselves. One other version was that when the first doctor moved into town, nobody could find his house so he painted it a bright color and the trend caught on. Unlikely that a definitive answer is forthcoming but makes you wonder. The more you know…
The cobblestone streets were (according to my guide), created from the shipping containers of the supply ships. I keep thinking I got that wrong because who would make stone shipping containers right? Anyhoo.
There is some insanely good food in this area– look for the Mom and Pop Malay type places. Scratch that, ask a local.
From a photographer’s perspective, beauty all around. (Though I will admit that midday is not ideal shooting time. Nonetheless.) Strange to stand in the middle of it and the reflect upon our middle-class monotone neighborhoods. Worlds apart.
And then my last gallery. If you’ve been reading my blog you know that I already shot this amazing spot earlier in my trip.
The thing is, I’ve been lucky. I’ve traveled to some cool places and seen some amazing things. But there is something so magical about Cape Town sunsets on Table Mountain and I had to go one last time before I left. If you missed my post from day #1 of this trip you can see it here. I got to share a most spectacular sunset with some lovely cast mates–Toronto contigent was finally in town. The fact of the matter is, there aren’t really words to describe how surreal it is up there. I think of it often. Hope you like the pics and that they capture, at least in some small way, the magnificence of the place.
As the cycles on my commercial run out (as do the resids– *crying), it’s time to let it go. Saying goodbye to an adventure is always hard but then, you never know what’s waiting for you around the corner and ultimately, I can’t be anything but capital GRATEFUL for my time in South Africa and the amazing people I got to meet and spend time with.
Sien jou later.